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If I come off as standoffish; scornfully aloof or scoffish
Let’s say I’ve been officially barred
Banished from the club, vicissituded, dis-moonbeamed, de-blissed it
seems I’ve been blacklisted, au-revoired
I know a little too much about love
I know where the bones are hidden, I know when to pick forbidden
Fruit, I know who did and who got done
I’ve got the dirt on the bastards, I’ve got pins and I’ve got passwords
I’ve had the keys mastered, skeletoned
I know a little too much about love
If I just knew a little more or maybe a bit less
If I was smart enough to play it stupid
We might just make a go of it, take a stab, but I guess
I know a little too much about love
See, I’ve been around the block a few times, yes, I’ve walked the walk and
You talk a good talk, but, tell you what -
Your end of the bar is fine, you stay there, I’ll stay here at mine
Let’s keep our hearts in line, it’s tempting but
I know a little too much about love
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She Majored in Moonlight
03:23
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I'm aware that she's a bit… oh, I'm well aware that she's a bit…
Yes, I'm quite aware that she's got fields of expertise
Diplomas and degrees don't fit
She majored in moonlight and mojokinesis
The sky is her blackboard, the night is her thesis
Au claire de la lune, she'll sway and she'll swoon
She majored in moonlight
I'm aware with some might say… oh, I'm well aware what some might say
Yes, I'm quite aware that some might tend to nose their thumb
At her curriculum vitae
She majored in moonlight, minored in the boozes
She parlay-vou's français and mingles with muses
Au claire de la lune, she'll sway and she'll swoon
She majored in moonlight
I'm aware there might just be… oh, I'm well aware there might just be…
Yes, I'm well aware if there might be, for lack of the right
word, something that's not quite really…
She majored in moonlight, she lingers in limbo
Her arms are wide open, her eyes are akimbo
Au claire de la lune, she'll sway and she'll swoon
She majored in moon… light
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Hang on to your hat when you hang with me, brother
I'll laugh with one lung while I sigh with the other
I'm winking at you with one eye… the other is crying
Don't back away, sister', I'm ancient and harmless
Like Venus de Milo, still reaching but armless
I'm winking at you with one eye… the other is crying
'Round this table tonight, by the warm candlelight
You're all young and so lovely, so lovely and right
I am trying
To stay cool, debonair, kind of devil-may-care
But I can't take my eyes off the one empty chair
The drummer is drunk, but the mood just keeps swinging
A tear could get stuck in my throat, I'll keep singing
I'm winking at you with one eye
Pleased to meet you, forgive me if I
Shake your hand with my left while the right one is waving
Goodbye
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Just a contractual clause, the fine print, as it were
A hidden contingency, a little disclaimer
Those who love do knowingly and willingly incur
A significant risk of loss
A binding and a most bittersweet stipulation
A beating heart is a pre-existing condition
As such, any sentimental leap of faith will run
A significant risk of loss
I miss you, my darling, I miss you, my darling
I miss you, my darling, my darling, my darling
The undersigned agrees to the terms described above
Relinquishing any claims to damages thereof
Accepting fully hereby, in reference to love
A significant risk of loss
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Who Would Notice?
03:36
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Who would notice?
If we took our leave, well, who would even notice?
Let's just suppose we sorta moseyed off alone
And waltzed right out the door
Well, who would notice four less footfalls
Softly throwing two less shadows, who would notice
An extra two or three smidgens of vacancy?
Let's disappear, habibi, who would notice?
With a few hundred less unsightly pounds
Perhaps the Earth would slightly gain velocity
And if astronomers worldwide at that moment raised an eyebrow
It could throw the planet off it's course- theoretically
Who would notice?
If we suddenly were just to up and blow this
Proverbial pop stand? When all is cut and canned,
My poison oleander, who would notice?
Who would notice
If we screwed it all and went AWOL my darling?
If we could find someway to kind of slip away
And kiss all this adieu,
I ask you honey, who would notice
One less creepy crow and one less sleepy starling
That blew the flock and flew away one night into
The wild black yonder, truly who would notice?
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This party can't be over yet. We only just got here
I swear it seems like we just met. You can't just disappear
Come on, say it isn't so
This party can't be over yet
Every foolish hope we hung, every stupid song we sung
Every time the rattle of your laughter split the roof and shook the rafters
Never will I never will forget
This party can't be over yet. We had a rendezvous
The candle's lit, the table's set – our little place for two
Somewhere no one else would know
This party can't be over yet
Every love stain that we spilled, every bottle that we killed
Every time we sweated over money, when we had it all, ah Honey
More than any heart could hope to get
This party can't be over yet. How could you slip away?
I see a half-smoked cigarette in a still-life ashtray
How can I just let it go?
This party can't be over yet
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It looks like I'm alone, but I'm in constant and delightful company
Admittedly I'm prone to hang with dim hopes and slim probabilities
Perhaps, most likely not, but if by chance you've got
an inkling or some wayward thought pertaining
to me and you, I've got a few ideas I'm entertaining
They'll come around, they'll stop by, who knows when, with no heads up, without a call
They'll show up, they'll just drop by, in the face of social mores and protocol
While this could be construed as reckless, if not rude
I'm hoping that you'd not be too disdaining
Regarding you, I've got a few ideas I'm entertaining
One gets plastered and says too much, another gets a bit too touchy-feely
One just keeps an empty glass from overflowing, one puts a lampshade on its head
Another wishes it was dead. I have to say, it's quite the little party we've got going
I'm hooked up with the sweetest of delusions and the least of likelihoods
Among the least concretest of delectable what-if's and maybe could's
So if you ever find yourself likewise inclined, I'm quite well-versed, I wouldn't mind refraining
And yes, it's true, I've got a few ideas I'm entertaining
Hey Chris, set them up again, around for all my friends
Not one of them it seems has been abstaining
Another please for all of these ideas I'm entertaining
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Bedazzled
02:53
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I've had enough of all this ticky-tacky stuff, baby
I've had my fill of all these tawdry little thrills, baby, baby
I've been tweaked, I've been twitched, I've been baited and switched
I've been son of a bitched and I've been assholed
I'm going out tonight, I wanna see the light
I wanna get a little bit bedazzled
I've sung enough Da Ba Dee blues, baby
I've paid a belly full of rinky-dinky dues, baby, baby
I've been flipped, I've been floored, I've been knocked overboard
I've been mellowed and bottled, I've been shirazzled
I'm going out tonight, I wanna see the light
I'm gonna get myself a bit bedazzled
Blow rock, blow rock, I'd love to stop and talk
But thanks a lot, no thank you, not today sir
Rock blow, rock blow, no thank you, really no
I have to go, I must be on my way, sir
I've had enough of all this ticky-tacky stuff, baby
I've had my fill of all these tawdry little thrills, baby, baby
I've been pumped, I've been plowed, I've been overly endowed
I've been pilled, I've been powdered, I've been capsuled
I'm going out tonight, I wanna see the light
I'm gonna get myself good and bedazzled
I'm gonna get myself ba-ba-da-dazzled
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To Wear This Crown
03:31
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I flew a whiskey bottle rocket to the Moon
I sailed a dead cat cross the Humboldt Park lagoon
I carried February halfway into June
To wear this crown, to wear this crown
Here in my kingdom I can walk the streets unknown
Among my subjects, unexalted and alone
I had to fall so low just to ascend this throne
To wear this crown, to wear this crown
No usurpers staking claim to my prestige
No barbarians sapping walls or laying siege
Who'd want this empire anyway? Noblesse oblige
To wear this crown, to wear this crown
I'll love you til the wheels fall off the Lake St. el
Until this pearly soul has shed it's salty shell
I'll waltz your empty gown around the floor of Hell
To wear this crown, to wear this crown
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Ain't love the damnedest thing?
The heart will boggle at the possibilities
The tongue will trepidate, did I mention the knees? It's all
Consuming when the act itself is looming
Monsieur, Madame, ain't love the damnedest thing?
The most delicious of the vices is desire
And the addicted always kindle their own fire
The embers crackle underneath our cultured airs
Beneath our cool, sophisticated derrières
Ain't love the damnedest thing?
The crows will nudge each other, wink and have a laugh
As blind and naked we traipse down the garden path, and once you
Go there, well, you ain't going nowhere
The gates have slammed, ain't love the damnedest thing?
Who would believe a buzz could carry such a sting?
What kind of god would cook up such a cunning thing?
Who would've known a high could lay someone so low?
If you're in for an ounce, my friend, you're in for a kilo
Ain't love the damnedest thing?
And you, my darling, are the darkest valentine
By far the sweetest of misfortunes to be mine, I love you
Dearly, but then I'm not thinking clearly
You are, I am… and love's the damnedest thing
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Saint Jude's Waltz
03:59
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Nowhere left to turn? You gotta learn how to do Saint Jude's waltz
Dazedly nonplussed? Well, let me just walk you through Saint Jude's waltz
This is the last dance of not-a-chance hopeless causes
Ain't no Santa Clauses, no Wizards of Ozzes round here
Step 2, 3 Slide 2, 3 into the night
Turn 2, 3 Slide 2, 3 back toward the light
Glide through the last glowing embers of hope
Ain't nothing to it, what's best you can do it alone
Time for letting go, now that you know how to do Saint Jude's waltz
No rules or restraint, it's time to paint the town blue, Saint Jude's waltz
Have yourself a drink to all the trinkets that you've lost
The gimcracks, the gewgaws, the zippity-doodahs of love
Step 2, 3 Slide 2, 3 into the night
Turn 2, 3 Slide 2, 3 back toward the light
Glide through the last glowing embers of hope
Ain't nothing to it, what's best you can do it alone
Do it when you're done wishing someone could be there, Saint Jude's waltz
Do it at the bar, when you're too far gone to care, Saint Jude's waltz
Do it when you're through with all the screwy delusions
The kissy conclusions, the sweet-dream-come-truesions, let go
Step 2, 3 Slide 2, 3 into the night
Turn 2, 3 Slide 2, 3 back toward the light
Glide through the last glowing embers of hope
Three simple steps for the dreams we miskept, Saint Jude's waltz
Ain't nothing to it, what's best you can do it alone
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In a world where the footing is slippery
In a joint even slipperier still
At a table where stains are all that still remains
Of a kiss, a confession, a spill
In this light we are nothing but gorgeous
Getting more gorgeous as the drinks flow
We're a tragedy, you and me, waiting to happen
Never has love stooped so low
In a world where the music is deafening
In a joint that's more deafening yet
Where the lean towards each other is compounded further
The closer to closing we get
As the lean towards each other is slipping
Inch by inch by precarious inch
We're a tragedy, you and me, waiting to happen
Both of us too dumb to flinch
On a stage that's been pelted with produce
In a piece that's been done half to death
With a cast that would promise the darkest of dramas
Half the blood, twice the laughs of Macbeth
In a world that would bet on our folly
In a joint that would cheer as we fall
In an age that would mark us as just two more carcasses
Just two more nothings at all
In this life that is trying to kill us
Love's the least of the poisons we've got
We're a tragedy, you and me, waiting to happen
I'm not afraid if you're not
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Mister Tom Musick Chicago, Illinois
Mister Tom Musick is touched by your concern and consternation, and he appreciates your morbid fascination, but there’s
nothing to be done for him now. The bloom is off the rose, the hour late. The bright dreams of his youth have burned away. And he’s the first to admit he’s got no gallant horse to ride; no hopes or ropes to fling you.
Just let him be the one to sing you down off the ledge.
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